Brain Soup Friday, January 30, 2004 Venting time oh, it's coming close to my little sister's graduation. she tried on a dress today that looked sooo pretty. i makes me wish i could go back and redo mine. picture of the day: only for you joe. quote of the day: War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degrated stste of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. --John Stuart Mills To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. *Hamlet act 3, scene 1 --i hate andrew-- peley got annoyed at 4:55 PM
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What kind of looter am I? You decide! i like: painting, reading, exotic places and new cultures,
mythology, clasical music and operas,
ploting, preparing for a zombie infestation,
throwing chairs off my third floor balcony,
making random noises, giving dirty looks to
random ppl on the street and saying
"ewwww", complaining loudly about how
dirty and smelly the guy next to me on the bus
is, telling stupid ppl off, giving the finger,
saying the words fuck and shit a lot i hate: mushrooms and pineapple, stupid ignorant ppl, being told how to live my life,
spiders, crying and ppl who make me cry, weakness, feeling alone,
being helpless i like: mark rzepka and stuff i miss: my baby lego, my little hitler will always rule the action figures i don't like: colin farell (he hit me with his car), george bush, andrew movies/shows i like: evolution, hackers, x-men, pirates of the carribbean, troy ;P, texas chainsaw masacre III: leather face,
rurouni kenshin, pet shop of horrors, battle royal, are you being served, keeping up apperances, mash, knights of the zodiac, x-men evolution, teen titans, too wongfoo, thanks for everything, video games i like: the final fantasies, voodoo vince, devil may cry, legend of zelda: wind waker and twilight princess What kind of pirate am I? You decide! ARCHIVES ©
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